They’ve been very good all year (okay, most of the year), so make sure Santa gets it right, with five pages of gifts for children of all ages, chosen by Sunday Times writers

The best moment in my life ever (apart, obviously, from the birth of my first child, and ,er, the second) occurred at a quarter past four on Christmas morning, 1981. I opened my eyes and saw Father Christmas sneaking out of my bedroom. He looked a little bit like Dad with some cotton wool tied to his chin. But I didn't dwell on that, because I also noticed that my bed was surrounded by an enormous train set. One of Santa's elves had clearly spent most of the year painting hedges, little lead railway workers, a field of cows and a bridge. Chuffing its way around the homemade landscape was the Flying Scotsman, the bestest steam train in the whole wide world. This is magic, I said to myself, as if I'd just walked through one of CS Lewis's wardrobes.